The audition script featured a controversial manga scene.

Protagonist Ukawa Ao had defeated the evil Pope bent on world domination. At the climax, Holy Maiden Alice—once loyal to the Pope—personally killed her own father.

The stated reason? Alice’s inherent kindness led her to choose justice over blood ties. A *so-called* heartwarming father-daughter bond.

Honestly, not entirely implausible… except Kao Mianjin had previously painted Alice as an emotionless killing machine, fiercely devoted to her father and no stranger to cruelty. Yet the moment arrived—before Ukawa Ao could act—she, trembling with emotion, incinerated her dad with fire magic.

What kind of party is this?

Roast whole lamb, hmm.

Netizens tore the scene apart:

“Dead from this ‘filial piety’!”

“Peak ‘filial’ energy!”

“Daughter of Mourning!”

“This character arc snapped like dry twigs!”

“Forcing harem tropes? Why not recruit your mom next?!”

Harem fans might overlook shallow logic for cute girls—but this? A full-on stomp on audience IQ. The backlash was deserved.

No wonder Kao Mianjin, battered by criticism, chose this exact clip for the audition.

Alice’s task: explain herself to a utterly bewildered Ukawa Ao after reducing her household register to a single page, then deliver a tearful confession begging him to take her away.

Kao Mianjin paced anxiously nearby, rubbing his hands—a dead giveaway of his nerves.

Nail this dub, and the toxic plot point might soften. Maybe even resurrect his “mommy rep.”

Suddenly, chatter erupted across the hall.

Luo Xiaolu turned.

A statuesque, mature woman strode in on long, fair legs.

Fluffy white cape coat. A-line skirt hugging shapely hips. Her ample bust harmonized *too* perfectly with the ensemble—undeniable allure.

Flawless features framed by bold, mature “older sister” makeup.

*So flirty~*

Gotta be thirty?

Could literally be Dad’s mistress, Luo Xiaolu mused.

Kao Mianjin rushed over.

“Teacher Yulu! You’re here!”

Staff swarmed her with respectful greetings—a sharp contrast to Luo Xiaolu’s earlier welcome.

Luo Xiaolu leaned toward Ryu Yu beside her.

“Is Yulu really that big?”

“Famous sixteen years ago for voicing the young mistress in *Magic of Love*. Fans call her ‘Miss Yulu’—a legend in voice acting.”

*Sixteen years ago?!*

Luo Xiaolu froze.

She was still a *tadpole* back then!!

Thirty-something and still “young mistress”? Auntie, no shame?!

Unlike NB Studio’s newbie-heavy audition (mostly randoms who’d just hit Summoner’s Rift peak with their signature champs), Yulu was a pro. Her seniority alone commanded reverence.

Ai Li hurriedly explained something. Yulu’s gaze locked onto Luo Xiaolu.

No flinching. Luo Xiaolu met her eyes, smile polite.

Yulu ignored everyone else—and walked straight to her.

????

Luo Xiaolu’s mind raced. *Gather resolve. If she starts trouble—Facebreaker pull, two swift autos, Haymaker finish. Let this woman taste Sett’s might!*

“Hello, little sister. I’m Yulu. Please take care of me later,” Yulu smiled, hand extended.

*Little sister?!*

Cute or not—I’m “big bro,” got it?!

“Hello, Teacher Yulu. *I’m* the one learning from *you*,” Luo Xiaolu rose, shaking her hand with flawless grace.

Yulu leaned close, breath warm against her ear:

“Darling… I believe in you.”

*Whoa—!*

That sultry, motherly whisper sent goosebumps racing down her spine. Luo Xiaolu nearly grabbed her thigh on impulse.

*Prime Minister Cao… I’ve attained enlightenment!*

Yulu turned, flashing a devastatingly flirtatious smile over her shoulder.

How is this woman *this* flirty?!

Flirting with a sixteen-year-old?! Are you human?!

A stampede of wild horses thundered in her mind—but Luo Xiaolu’s composure never cracked.

Years of practice forged this armor: outwardly serene literary girl, inwardly chaotic otaku. Elegant Luo Xiaolu? Her. Irritable Luo Xiaolu? Also her. Lecherous Luo Xiaolu? Still her.

Switching personas now felt effortless. Call her pink-cut-black—she owned it.

Positions set. Audition began.

Staff attended duties; others watched. Kao Mianjin sat frowning deeply, worry etched on his face.

Yulu entered the booth under collective gaze.

Sixteen years of mastery in every high-heel step—presence radiating, unshakable.

Headphones on. Script in hand.

After Ukawa Ao’s stunned “Why?—”

“I… refuse to be Father’s tool any longer!”

A collective “Wow!” rippled through the room. Ryu Yu gasped.

Veteran skill. Instant immersion. Voice hoarse yet tender, suddenly youthful—chillingly distinct from her earlier tone.

Truly a thirty-something pro.

“Since I was tiny… not a trace of freedom. Couldn’t chase garden butterflies. Couldn’t glance at fish in the banyan lake… He never loved me, did he… Ukawa… take me away…”

*Pfft!*

Luo Xiaolu snorted laughter before she could stop it.